Oh, spank me!

Everyone has their favorite feature on someone's body. You know you do. You may not always want to admit it, but you do. Some love a good pair of breasts. Some love a well developed chest or torso, worship those pecs or abs. Me?

Well, I really do love a man's eyes. I do, I swear it. Eyes truly are the windows to the soul and a man's eyes are the first thing I see that attract me. I love it when the Beautiful Boy smiles -- in fact, his eyes really got me when I first met him. Chocolate brown that crinkle when he smiles, twinkle when he laughs. His eyes tell me every mood he has, speak to me of all of his secrets. They are bold and brash, soft and romantic.

But I gotta tell ya, his arse ain't half bad either.Men normally don't have much of a behind, but there are those that have the perfect round globes that just make you shiver inside. You could follow them anywhere -- and I mean that literally.

What I wouldn't give for a bottle of Hershey's syrup right now.

With love,

 Siobhan

 

More Rick and Dave -- and....

I know, my darlings, I totally disappeared yesterday. And for that, I apologize. In all of the brief history of this blog, I've never ever missed a day and here I missed my first. I promise it, it was for a very good reason. I was finishing up His Man Saturday in its infancy and just missed my deadline.

But on an up note, I am so pleased with His Man Saturday. I finished the story last night after a whirlwind of writing over the weekend. No, I didn't apply 11K+ words in one sitting. Not this time. I had to spread it out over three days because of the needs of family. But I came close.

His Man Saturday is the sequel to His Man Friday and picks up with Dave about to celebrate his third anniversary as Rick's Personal Attache and sometime lover. Dave is at a critical crossroad in his life with girlfriend Elyssa wanting to take the next step in their relationship and Rick giving him a company to command. How Dave deals with all of this in his own naive, insecure way is a step in his personal growth.

Dave is particularly vulnerable right now and I chose this picture to be the embodiment of that vulnerability. I find that no man is sexier than when he allows us to see that aspect of himself, don't you?

 

He certainly is showing off his vulnerable side. Makes me want to jump in that bed with him, take care of something else a bit more vulnerable right now.

With love,

Siobhan

 

Mist on the Glass

I should probably title these a bit more provocatively but I'm one of those people who actually love the artistic side of nudity. I've never been a fan of these pictures that are so easily found on the internet, of men and women in blatant display, fondling their genitals as if the experience was nothing more than a meat market.

I prefer mine with a bit more grace and beauty. You see, the human body is a canvas on which we paint our love making in colors of pleasure and sensuality. Where some see an excuse for self-abuse, I see possibilities of erotic indulgence and hedonistic desire. I envision ways to worship this body, please the soul within. I think what kind of toys could I use that would make that proud cock rise to greet me and then crow with manly pride. Shall I cover his nipples, his belly in chocolate or whipped cream or both, then lick it all off? Would that please him? I want to use all of my senses with this bold lover -- see his beauty, run my hands over every inch of his skin, hear him moan in pleasure, smell the musky scent of his manhood, savor the taste of his skin and his shaft.

Oh that gorgeous backside is where I would start. The thing I find most fascinating is the reflection in the mist on the glass. I swear, if you look close enough, you can find a sexual heaven.

With love,

Siobhan

Fifty Shades of....

I have to admit that, yes, I read the Fifty Shades books. Say what you want about E. L. James' writing abilities and I probably won't argue with you -- it needed a lot of editing help. But one thing you can't deny is that it's a very well plotted story. There is a psychological angle woven into the romance of Ana Steele and Christian Grey. And it's that angle -- along with the taboo sex -- that captures us, that makes us want to read more.

Christian Grey is a wounded soul with more baggage than a set of Samsonite. His impossible beauty masquerades a torment inside that no woman can resist for long. And it's not a "maternal instinct" as some try to make it out to be. No, it's that love heals. And being in love with this beautiful man makes Ana want to heal that tortured soul, bring him back into the light. She may be the only one who sees past his "sadist/dominator" facade to the real Christian inside.

Which brings me back to the glory of these impossibly beautiful men. I'm lucky to have mine. And I'm about to go back to writing about one. Maybe that's what draws us to these stories about these men -- they're the fantasy. Who wouldn't want an impossibly beautiful lover, male or female, in their bed and to call their own?

If this impossibly beautiful man was yours...? I know what I'd be doing right now. 

With love,

Siobhan

 

Stand up and salute!

I have several wonderful friends who write contemporary romances about those dashing men in uniform -- Teresa Reasor and Kallypso Masters. You can find them under the tab of my Favorite Authors and I hope you'll explore their books. They are amazing authors. Kally writes wonderful BDSM stories about her lads. Teresa writes Military Romantic Suspense with an edge. If you want a good book that will wrap you up in the story and the characters, you could do far worse than these ladies.

I find it fascinating that these ladies emphasize the humanity of the brave men they write about. Too often, we have this vision of stoic soldiers who never show what they're really feeling, emotionally cut off from family and loved ones. All rigid and dogmatic. But the truth is, they really aren't. Like medical personnel, they have to bury what they're feeling in order to do the job they have taken on. It's a hard thing they do and we are all safer for them doing it.

So, in honor of those brave men -- and women; I won't forget you either -- this divine creature is dedicated to Teresa, Kallypso, and those who love the soldiers everywhere.

You know, I could most definitely serve him myself. Definitely packing in more ways than one. I'm saluting right now. How about you?

With love,

Siobhan

The Kiss

**Dedicated to Tony and Brandon**

I really only had one story in mind when I started His Man Friday. I wanted to watch these two "straight" men wander through the bounds of their own sexuality and find their way to their mutual attraction with each other. The trip was very revealing; and a bit confusing to Dave but he didn't exactly put up a fuss about it.

As I noted in a previous blog, David came across as someone who's always been a bit sheltered. I envisioned him as having grown up in a small town in Kentucky, where sex was always on the vanilla side -- man and woman, missionary position, and no one knew about silk scarves, riding crops, and restraints. Gays were only seen on the news and not in a positive light. Not that David is homophobic by any stretch of the imagination, but...well, let's just call him naive. And as the story progresses, we learn that David has certain leanings that he's never thought about in himself before.

Rick is more worldly, more accepting of the nature of his sexuality. Rick is one of those lovely, rare people who just exude sexuality in copious amounts. To him, the joys of lovemaking burst through the bonds of gender politics into the realm of pleasure and sensuality. While he might see himself as mostly straight, he recognizes his bisexuality and revels in it. I knew someone very like Rick -- her name was Janie. A beautiful, waif of a girl, she was open with her love and gave it freely. Gender was unimportant. Only the love, the love making, the pleasure was important. She gave love and pleasure to anyone and to all. And if she hadn't been "engaged" to one of my dearest friends, I'd have taken her up on that offer. But as it was, I loved my friend more than my own carnality. To this day, I often think about her and wonder.

And that's Rick to a T. His need is to give pleasure, show his love and share it. In the beginning of His Man Friday, Rick has a very daring threesome with two women on his desk and I think it confused readers to see that. But I would ask you to read on, because Rick and David have their romantic tryst in a very exotic place. And, the male/male romance starts with the friendship and that too can be a seduction. With these two, it certainly was.

Thanks to my dearest friend Tony -- who wanted to read more stories about Rick and David -- I've found more plots for these two. And I assure you, there will be a very "happily ever after" for them.But in the meantime, I found this divine picture and this is exactly that tableau of Rick and David. That moment of reveling in their closeness, that awakening in David of the possibilities of lovemaking.

Ah, the glorious moment when you realize that making love is the whole mind/body/soul experience. I know you, of all, will understand.

With love,

Siobhan

Hot hot hot!

Oh yes it is. It's a true sauna out there. The rain from last night has joined with the day's sunshine and heat and turned into a steamy, sultry day. The sweat has beaded on my skin, making my clothing stick in a rather diaphanous layer. It was almost worth going naked. I wish I could have. I wish I could have stayed home with the Beautiful Boy. He had today off from his job. And if I know him, he was lounging around in the nude, watching his soap operas and playing with the cat. He's so silly that way.

Actually, he just watches them to make fun of the characters. His favorite is "The Young and the Restless", or as he's calling it these days, "The Hung and the Bustless." According to him, it's the gayest show around. He says there are more beautiful men and very few beautiful women. I do have him spoiled, don't I?

I found this picture recently. It truly does remind me of my Beautiful Boy. Let me share it with you....

Another Michael Stokes photo, the model's name is Brad Greiner. His body does remind me of my Beautiful Boy's. Where's that whipped cream?

With love, 

Siobhan

 

Boys Gone Bad!

My Beautiful Boy laughed at yesterday's post. Told me that I was his favorite and only Bad Girl. That's what he calls me, you understand -- his Bad Girl. And he's my Beautiful Boy. That sort of makes one think he's a lot younger than I am, but he's really not. There's only a four year age gap between us and yes, I am slightly older than he is. I could call him my Beautiful Man, I suppose, but Beautiful Boy just flows from my tongue. So, he's my Beautiful Boy.

And oh yes, he is beautiful. Greek God looks and form, he stands 6' 3" with those long muscular legs, slim hips, broad chest...and well, he won't mind my saying this -- a lovely 7 inches from "pubes to tip" as Dave says in His Man Friday. He's got one of those cocks that you only see on truly beautiful men -- perfectly pink, soft skinned, and yes, he wears his "sweater" proudly as an uncut man. My Beautiful Boy wears his hair long and curly to the shoulders -- and I love to run my fingers through those curls. He does that to please me, as I wear my hair as long as possible to please him.

He's just as bad as I am. And I let him know that on occasion. Which is why he was laughing at yesterday's post. He said that sometimes, I made him feel like Kevin Bacon in Animal House. At which point, he turned around, bared that beautiful round and firm arse, and said, "Thank you, Mistress, may I have another."

Of course I gave it to him. Wouldn't you?

With love, 

Siobhan

Always the bad girl

It was a long day and I am so late posting this picture today. I apologize for that but I had a new person join us at the day job and training was a must. I promise to be on time tomorrow.

My beautiful boy and I were in bed this morning, snuggling before we had to get up to get ready for the day job. As he nuzzled on my shoulder, he told me I'm his bad girl -- he loves when I'm being bad. Those wicked moments of doing something totally inappropriate for the time and place. Standing in line as he's behind me and taking that moment to caress his manhood in a meaningful, but gentle squeeze. In the grocery store, choosing what to eat for dinner, and making sure that my breasts are pressed against his back or my hips against his amazing arse.

Or my particular favorite, as we were in the library and he was asking me about a particular book. He was standing with one arm propped on a shelf, one knee bent with the foot on tiptoe. I am truly a bad girl, I got closer and made sure that my womanly virtue was pressed against his knee. God, I almost could have pleasured myself then and there.

Oh yes, I am a bad girl. My beautiful boy says I must be working my guardian angel overtime. But then again, with a guardian angel like this, who wouldn't....

As the glorious Mae West always said, "When I'm good, I'm very good. When I'm bad, I'm better."

With love,

Siobhan

For you handsome men -- it's Sexy Sunday

Do you want me? Do you?

I want to make love with you. I want to feel your hands touching me...oh, everywhere. You always know how to touch me, feel me. You hold my breasts as if they were fragile eggs, the way your thumbs caress my nipples. They always rise to the feel of hands. You brush your fingertips over my belly, making those little bumps rise up as my flesh pebbles. Oh God, that makes me shiver inside. The way you part my legs, the way those fingers make me wet down there. Your fingers pressing against that part of me that throbs when I see you. Your fingers slipping inside of my most vulnerable place, in and out and in and out. You stroke me there, stroke the inside of me and God, it makes me slick on your hands and on my sheets.

Your mouth tastes me then. You lick that wetness, that sweetness, and tell me that it's the honey of your dreams. You don't know how much it turns me on to see you suck each finger, holding it in your mouth as you taste the salty sweet from my body.

And then you fill me with the hardness from your loins, fill me full of you. Sometimes I ride you from the top, sliding down on your shaft until our hips meet. We ride, you and I, hard and faster until we're both galloping in the fields. You are so hard, so very hard. And you fill me in that pleasing way that makes my insides turn to water and when my pleasure comes, I spill over your loins like rain.

Or you fill me from behind as I get on my knees to worship your body. You come behind me and fill me, pressing your hips against my cheeks. You put your hands on my hips to steady them and I cry out in my pleasure as you ebb and flow within me. Now, it's your cream that fills my vessel and then pours down my thighs, white and milky sweet. I love to dip my finger in it and suck that salty goodness into my mouth.

I've been waiting for you. Do you want me? I'm yours.


With love, 
Siobhan

A Productive Saturday

Working today while my beautiful lad is off with his brother, playing golf. It's too hot for me to do anything more than come up with plots and stories. But he loves his kilt and that's how he golfs -- letting the boys hang free in the breezes. I must admit, he makes me go all squidgy inside when he wears it. And there's always the chance that one of those breezes might give a sneak peak of the package -- he's a Scot, after all. They wear only what the Gods gave them under, you know. That much is so true.

In the meantime, I'm finishing up Her Scottish Exile and I have the basic plot of His Man Saturday working in my head. I'll have another glass of iced tea, an orange Popsicle, and off I go into my romantic world.

How shall I inspire you today? Maybe with this beautiful lad. And if you look very closely....

The model's name is Dominic Vanier and he truly is beautiful. Don't you think? Perhaps an ice cube in the right places might cool me down a bit. 

With love,

Siobhan

His Man Friday by Siobhan MacKenzie is available through Amazon's Kindle Bookstore for $.99, and comes with two chapter excerpts from Siobhan's next releases.

Mailing Lists and David Johnson

You know my love of the nude. And I seem to have amassed a rather substantial collection of full frontal of both male and female. My Special Reserve section, if you will. Well, I certainly don't want to cause issue with Google, but I really would like to share them with you. One a month, I think. And I might even slip one of Sean in there. He's got a beautiful body and he -- like "Rick" Rickman -- is not shy about showing it off. He's walking through the house right now in his beautiful skin suit. Prrrrrr...but I digress.

I think a newsletter is in order. Monthly, with any news of things. And a full frontal nude. Interested? There is a link over to the side, there. Feel free to join the newsletter and I'll start sending it out in August. I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I do.

In the meantime, I thought that today, I'd like to share a vision that reminds me most of David Johnson, from His Man Friday**. I always see David as having grown up a bit sheltered, making him just the slightest bit naive about all matters sexual. I intend to pursue that side of him in coming installments of His Man.... Oh I like that, the His Man series. Oh yes, that would be most yummy. My friend Tony says he would love to find out more about David. And Rick. I like that too.

For now, here's David:

Wouldn't you just love to crawl in bed with that gorgeous hunk of manliness? And teach him the ways of the sexual world? Education can be a wonderful thing, don't you think?

With love,

Siobhan

His Man Friday by Siobhan MacKenzie is available through Amazon's Kindle Bookstore for $.99, and comes with two chapter excerpts from Siobhan's next releases.

Who wants an XXX--cerpt?

After all of these pictures, I thought perhaps I could share an excerpt with you. Something very steamy, something to, perhaps, set the heart to racing? Get that pulsing in the lower parts of you that give pleasure?
Well then, here you go. An excerpt from His Man Friday -- and I'll toss in today's nude to go with it.

  I threw off my clothes, leaving them in a pile by the bed, and made my way to the shower, one of those surround things that had water jets pouring from each wall as well as overhead. I had the warm water pouring over me as I wrapped my hand around my stiff cock and pictured Deirdre sitting on my face, those tits laying on my belly while she sucked me off. Damn, was this what he meant by ‘new adventures?’ What the fuck, I was really going to enjoy this job. Next time, I was going to have one of the ladies that worked here. Maybe I could get up the courage to ask him about it. I ended up not having to worry about it. Elyssa, one of the maids, must have seen me run because she was a minute or two behind me as I was taking care of myself in the shower.

  Elyssa was a tall, comely woman, full breasts and wide hips, with long black hair that she kept pulled up into a chignon bun on the back of her head. She looked like one of those Egyptian statues of Nefertiti with her cocoa brown skin and black eyes, her full lips that looked bee stung. Not an ounce of her was fat, just well-toned and curvy. I saw her through the glass of the shower doors and watched her while she gave me a great striptease and took off her clothes.

  She was standing behind me before I knew what was what. She pressed up against my back, rubbing her hips against my ass and those great tits against my back. With the jets raining down, she got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth. God, her mouth was so warm and tight around my manhood and I had to brace myself against the shower wall to keep from toppling both of us. I took it as long as I could – I was ready to fire before she came in there with me – until I could take no more. I pulled her up off her knees and turned her around.

  I was so hard that my balls were practically blue and I plunged into her tight pussy right up to my hips. She pressed her hands against the glass door, her hips pushed out to me. I grabbed her breasts in my hands and started pumping into that tight snatch. I was hard from the scene downstairs and my hips bounced off her ass, my balls making those slapping noises as they flipped against her pussy.

  She was panting as the water splashed over us, her cheek squeaking against the glass in time to my hips meeting hers. She said nothing, only moaned in ecstasy as I gave it to her. I reached down with one hand to play with her clit and she gasped in pleasure. I made her come first, made her squidge all over herself before I creamed inside of her. We stood, quiet and satisfied, as the water poured over us. 

His Man Friday by Siobhan MacKenzie is available through Amazon's Kindle Bookstore for $.99, and comes with two chapter excerpts from Siobhan's next releases.

David Johnson gets the job of a lifetime when billionaire mogul J. R. Rickman ("Call me Rick") hires him on as his Personal Assistant. In all of the qualifications for the job, Rick prizes one above the rest -- that David be an adventurous man. Rick promises him amazing sites and new experiences. David finds out those adventures don't just come in the boardroom either. David decides that being His Man Friday is a pretty exciting job after all.

His Man Friday is a piece of short fiction of approximately 11,500 words.

 With Love,

Siobhan

The nether regions are all a-twitter!

His Man Friday is up and ready to purchase. I'm so excited to hear what you think about it. I know how much I loved writing it. And I've even added two chapter excerpts from the up coming books. $.99 gets you a little taste of what it's like to be in my head. Interested? I hope you are.

To celebrate, I think I need to share something a bit dashing and daring. And I found one that I could imagine is the perfect image of  J. R. (Just call me Rick) Rickman. Although Rick's hair is a bit longer, the body and that face just make me wet and wild.

But oh yes, that's exactly the sort of bravery that my darling Rick would show. He's certainly not shy about his body. Why don't you read the short and tell me what you think. Hmm?

With love,

Siobhan

Dedicated to the Graphic Goddess' Libido

My poor sweet Graphic Goddess has been ill with tummy troubles the last day or two -- poor sweet dear -- so while she's recuperating, I thought I'd give her (and of course, you) a little eye candy to help her feel better. After all, a handsome man always makes me feel better and isn't that what they're good for? She asked with a smile....

You know me, I love my men. So very much. And I do love to share the ones I find.

The brand is Davidoff Cigars and this used to be one of their products. Don't really know what it was for but the ad worked for me. For you, my sweet Mary Fae! Feel better, dear Goddess Mine.

With Love,

Siobhan

Waiting for "Friday"

Well, poo! I had every intention of putting up His Man Friday last night and my darn internet went down. I was not happy. I'm still not happy. It's either the bloody service (more likely than the other prospects) or the router or my LAN. Irritating but, it is what it is.

Shall I ease my frustrations with a new picture? I think so. Something very soothing. Something PHAT -- Pretty Hot and Tempting. How's this one --

 

The model's name is Joseph Sayers and he most definitely is PHAT. Enjoy, my darlings.

With love,

Siobhan

 

Yippie Ki Ay, Mother--! Well, you get the idea!

Now, this one gives new meaning to the words, "ride 'em, cowboy." And a sweet ride he would be, wouldn't he? Look at that face, that body. I see that one thing is quite true, you never see a cowboy without his boots on. Fortunately, this beautiful man is a long way from dying.

For those of you that like to know these things, the model's name is Benjamin Godfre and the photographer is, once again, Michael Stokes. You really should go by and check out his other work. Maybe give him a few compliments on his very artistic work.

In the meantime, it's round up time. Yippie-ki-ay!

Although, I must admit, if you're going to ride naked, dear man, maybe side saddle would be a lot more comfy on the nethers. 

With Love,

Siobhan

 

Let's try this again...

You'll have to forgive me for yesterday's picture fiasco. For some odd reason, the nag screen wasn't working like it should and my picture was like Margaret Mitchell's novel -- Gone With the Wind. Made me very sad, really. As I said, not many appreciate a good nude and I will not cast aspersions on them for that. I have a limit, myself. So, Google's decision wasn't a wrong one. But still, there are those of us that do love those nudes.

However, the nag screen is up and running. Everyone is warned in advance that this is an adult site and the male or female nude will be featured. Not to mention my short literary interludes. I mean, you do like those, yes?

So, let's try again -- and if this one gets blocked, I can take a hint. Just not full on frontal nudity. We shall see. But I simply must share these, from my private stock, if you will. I hope you love the dark chocolate as much as I do.

Mmm, yummy dark chocolaty goodness.

With Love, 

Siobhan

Hot Blooded...and Proud of It!

I'm sure you've noticed that little disclaimer now, having been added just for this posting. Well, I'm delving into wilder themes, I think. Not everyone appreciates the male (or female) form in all of its glorious vulnerability. So, it's best to give fair warning to those and they can look or not. I also didn't want to lose my new home.

I found this rather well-developed young man and knew in a heart beat that I had to share it with you. I know you'll appreciate his attributes as I do. And of course, we must give credit where credit is due -- Michael Stokes Photography. Go visit his site sometime and let him know how much you love his work.

In the meantime...

My, my. Get your motor running! Why, thank you, Michael. And I think a skinny dip in the pond would be good about now. 

With love,

Siobhan

A little "something" for the gentlemen among you

I had every intention of writing this nice little story for you lads out there (and ladies who are so inclined). I was going to make all nice and luscious but I couldn't decide whose viewpoint I wanted to use. And I decided that what you imagine in your head is going to be far better than the measly scribblings I might make on the page.

So, instead, a feast for your eyes and the story is your own. Enjoy, my handsome ones.

I think she's speaking to you. What is she saying? You can share with Siobhan; I won't laugh. I might even embellish. 

With love,

Siobhan

 

Just a lad and his "best friend"

Men can be so challenging, sometimes. To try and understand them would fill volumes of books on the subject. But one thing that isn't a mystery is a man's best friend.

I know, I know -- some will try to tell you that it's his canine companion but Siobhan is here to tell you that that is just not true. This lad certainly knows who his best friend is and makes sure to give that friend a little love and attention whenever possible. And whenever needed.

 

They look so happy together right now. Don't they? I probably shouldn't disturb them, even though I want to. No, I think I'll just watch....

With love,

Siobhan 

When the weather gets hot and steamy....

I wish it was a quiet day. I'd love to be home working on His Man Friday. Alas the strains on my pocketbook demand that I show up for the day job and earn that paycheck. I'm sure you understand completely.

So, while we all slave away, doing what we do for that pay, here's a little inspiration for the dream time. Or maybe, like me, you have a gorgeous man waiting for you at  home -- or woman, if that's what you prefer. I'll have to find more scantily clad women in artistic poses for you. But for now....

Care for a swim with this handsome lad?

With Love,

Siobhan

Goodness, where is my head?

I can tell you that quite easily. In dreams, my friends. In dreams. May I share one with you?

Now those are what I call buttery nipples. And I do so want to see what he's got under those jeans. Maybe I'll find out in tonight's dream.

With Love,

Siobhan

Come, come now!

My goodness, I didn't know I had it in me. I sat yesterday and finished an entire short in a day. Just under 11K words, in one sitting. And it must be known that I was exhausted by the time I'd typed out The End. And so ready for my man too. I gave him an evening of pleasure...and he gave me the hard way to go.

So, His Man Friday is off to the alpha readers, to make sure the story flows and that I got the naughty bits right. I can't wait for you to read it.

His Man Friday tells the story of David Johnson, who manages to luck into a dream job -- working as personal administrative assistant to a multi-billionaire mogul, J. R. Rickman ("call me Rick"). Rick has only one real qualification for the job, that David loves to be adventurous. And when you work for Rick, the adventures are hot and steamy. David decides that being His Man Friday definitely has its perks.

Interested? Good, it'll be out very soon. And while you wait for the written word, how about a taste of what's to come in a picture. Not the real cover, but still...

Enjoy!


**A quick edit -- my Graphic Goddess finished the third draft of what will be the cover. Special thanks to Mary Fae Alene for a brilliant cover. I'll be posting the publication information on my page for Short Fiction Singles and Collections.





With love, 
Siobhan

Wet and Wild, Rain and Romance....

It's a rainy Saturday and I'm working on my next short, hopefully to have it published within the week -- after the editor has his wicked way with the story. It'll be my first piece out in the real world. Sean is serving as inspiration today -- and I do so love his inspiration. Lying about the house in nothing but his skin and a dazzling smile. Of course that divine erection does tend to distract me. Well, he can have his later. For now...

How about a little inspiration for you today? Would you like that? Maybe you can supply the story for this one. A rainy day and this handsome gentleman; what do you have in mind?

Does it inspire you? What will you write about this body? This man? I'd love to read it when you're done.

With love, 

Siobhan

Happy 4th of July...a wee bit late

I really had every intention of posting this handsome lad yesterday and life demanded my attention. And then I thought, hey -- the 4th of July is stretching out all weekend, so I can still share this bit of yummy gorgeousness. He could certainly inspire me with some fireworks of his own, don't you think?

How about we run something up that flagpole and see who salutes.

With love, 

Siobhan

Are you watching me?

So hot! Such a hot summer day, with the sweat running down my skin and making each tiny hair lay against it. So hot, that I feel the rivulets between my breasts and I want your mouth licking it away so that your breath makes it all cool again. So hot that the place between my thighs pulses with each beat of my heart and I crave your touch there.

So hot! Too hot!

And I think the water will sooth my parched soul, so I make my way out to the river, out back where no one lives and only I know about the pool. That quiet still pool that is cold even in the unbearable heat. As I walk, I am pulling the tee shirt up from my waist, the cotton burnishing my nipples in a very pleasant way. The material is slightly rough as I slide it over my ribs, my breasts, and then my head. I leave it on the ground, forgotten in my rush to be wet and cool.

Ah, the water is so inviting. I step out of the sandals, step out of my jeans, step out of my underwear. The water reflects the trees that ring the small lake and I think I am alone now. The heat is all I wear and I step slowly into the water, feeling it come up over my ankles, my knees, my thighs. It is cool, it is so cool on my body and everything is hard now in joy of the relief.

I splash the water over me, taking the time to touch places that awaken a need in me. I pinch my nipples, making them hard to my touch and think of your mouth on them. I close my eyes and feel your lips taking them in and suckling them, your hands caressing them as if you can never have enough of them. I want you to cherish them and I take them as if my hands were yours. I find myself getting hotter, not cooler.

I want more and I lay back in the water now, one hand cupping that part of me that you have kissed so deeply before. The touch of your fingers going deep, rubbing against that place inside of me that makes me even hotter. I put my fingers in there, pretending they are yours. Pretending that they are your shaft penetrating deep within. I try to match that pounding of our hearts, that thrusting of your manhood. The heat without doesn't touch me like the heat within.

I bring myself to the brink and fall over willingly. I gasp as the release grips my body in pleasant shudders, the glow filling me with light. The endless waves of pleasure that radiate from my loins until I am nothing but sensation. All I can do is float and be one with the water, the water flowing between my thighs and over my breasts.

Then, I open my eyes again and I see you on the shore. You've been watching me; I can tell by the hungry look in your eyes. I hold my hand out to you. Come to me, I whisper.

Perhaps now, I'll watch you.


(c) Siobhan MacKenzie 2013

Those Adoring, Daring Young Men...

Well, well, you've certainly let me know what you like to see. And I am oh so happy to oblige. After all, I've nothing to say today -- working on a new short for publication -- and a picture certainly is worth a thousand words.

Shall I share this one with you today? He looks a bit like my very own Sean. Yes, I shall.

Now, picture this gorgeous lad peering up at you with those adoring eyes and he being so ready and eager to please you. 

Makes me shiver.

With love, Siobhan

Ladies, how about a shower this morning?

 

Because I suddenly feel a bit dirty and sweaty. I think I'll join him.

With love,

Siobhan